Full Name: Tyreon Ashari Race: Asrai Age: 212 Eye Color: Green Hair Color/Hair Style: Dark brown / medium length. Gender: Male Weapon/Armor Specialization (If Any): Two rapiers. Light chain mail armor underneathe his robes. Personal History:
The smell of rotting flesh, the sounds of agony and the sight of crimson coated floors fill the room. Hallway after hallway of room after room filled with bodies, both dead and almost dead. One room at the end of the hall, free of the carnage in the rest of the Dungeon. A man sits in a red velvet chair behind a massive apothecary desk. His head hung low, barley keeping itself up with its own strength. Papers, vials, bottles, and instruments litter the top of the desk. The man's hands move across the desk, contradicting the appearance of the motionless torso, crashing everything on the desk down to the floor. Papers fly upwards as metal and glass crash onto the floor. A brief moment of silence in the, otherwise noise laden dungeon. Another man enters the room as the man in the chair raises his head to look at the man.
"It's useless" is all the man in the chair says.
The other man continues to stare at him, not knowing what to say if anything.
"We can't just keep helping these injured. Most of them come to us barely alive. If we are lucky, we can save a quarter of them. Woman, children, it doesn't matter, all of them come to us beat and battered by the reaches of that tyrant. No place is safe, no place is safe from that man and it is only a matter of time before they find this place. It's useless."
"Tyreon, How can you say this is useless? Look at what you have done." The man says as he looks behind him at the hallways of the dungeon.
"You have saved numerous amounts of lives. You haven given hope to those who have none left. You have given children back to mothers and fathers back to children."
Tyreon stands up pushing the huge elaborate chair backwards. He stands up propping his weight onto his arms that lay on the desk.
"I konw...I know. But it is not enough, not enough for me."
Tyreon walks around the room and joins the man standing in his doorway. They both exit the room and walk down the hallways. They look into each room, some filled with dead bodies, others with people missing limbs, burned, or defiled.
"I cannot accept THIS" Tyreon says as he looks his partner in the eyes. It should never even have to come to this. One man and one man alone is responsible for all of this pain and misery. This one man has strucken fear into those who live and hopelessness into those who have lost."
Tyreon continues to walk through the dungeouness maze, infuriated by the sights surrounding him. He makes his way to a stairwell. A round staircase leading upwards towards the main floor of the building. He walks up the stairs passing the main floor and continues upwards to the roof of the building. He stands atop the broken down, crumbling burnt building. He looks outwards towards the landscape. He sees nothing, just a dark night with the absence of the moon's light which is shrouded behind thick overcast clouds. The earth and sky meld as one in an abismal background. As Tyreon stands there, thinking of everyting that has happened, a faint torch lights the the path of two humans. He sees one man carrying the other, screams coming from both, one in search for hope and the other in tears of pain. Tyreon yells at the top of his lungs, hoping his voice will be heard over their own. Tyreon runs down the stairs to the main floor of the building. He pulls one of the entrance doors open. It swings slowly open as the two men approach it.
"Quick, hurry," Tyreon commands as he closes the doors soon after the men enter.
"Down the stairs." He directs them. As they stumble down the stairs, Tyreon takes notes of the ailments of the man on the left. His jaw is broken, arm bends in three places, blood fills the mans shirt.
Tyreon swiftly gets in front of the two men.
"Follow me" Tyreon orders as he runs down the hallway and turns into an empty room. He takes the battered man off of the other's shoulder. He lays him down onto a table. Tyreon looks the man over to confirm his diagnosis.
"What happened?" Tyreon asks the other man standing in the doorway.
"They came after us, they attacked without warning. I ran out of the house as quick as I could be he stayed inside. He said he wasn't going to let them take his family. Three men barged in kicking our door down. My father drew his sword and readied himself for their attack. I watched through the window. The first man lunged at him and my Father evaded his attack. My Father turned around and sliced the man down his back. He turned back around to the other two invaders. One man landed a punch to his face, my Father fell to the floor. The other man came up and stomped his body repeatedly. I couldn't stand watching any more. I ran back into our house and caught their attention. The two men abandoned the assualt on my Father and came after me. One man got my arm with his sword. While they were distracted on me, My Father got up and ran his sword right through the chest of one them, he pulled his sword out and swung his sword fiercly at the other man's head. My Father fell back to the floor. I remember a friend telling me of this place, this sanctuary. I picked up my Father and ran over here, hoping to find this place, hoping to find you."
Tyreon attended to the man's wounds, focusing first on his arm and then moving to his jaw. Ashari tears open the mans shirt and inspects the man's chest.
"Abdura basreyacera" Tyreon chants as a bright golden glow emits from his hands he has placed over the man's chest.
After mending the man's chest, Tyreon wraps the man in badages.
"Your Father is going to be fine." Tyreon insures the man.
"I'll leave you two alone."
Tyreon leaves the room and heads back to his office. Papers and broken glass still lie on the floor. He makes his way through the clutter and sits down in chair with his head hung low.
"I cannot allow this to continue, I will not let this continue."
Tyreon stands back up quickly. He grabs his two rapiers sitting in the corner of the room. He vacates his room and heads for the stairwell. On the way, his partner stops him.
"What are you doing? Where are you going?" he asked Tyreon.
"Something I should have done a long time ago" was his only reply.
Tyreon climbed up the stairwell to the main floor of the building. He made his way to the front door, grabbing the door and pulling it open. He left the building, turning around only once to get a last look, he turned back around and disapeared into the dark night.
Character-Driving Goals: To end the haneous suffering the count has plagued the world with.
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Full Name: Tyreon Ashari
Race: Asrai
Age: 212
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color/Hair Style: Dark brown / medium length.
Gender: Male
Weapon/Armor Specialization (If Any): Two rapiers. Light chain mail armor underneathe his robes.
Personal History:
The smell of rotting flesh, the sounds of agony and the sight of crimson coated floors fill the room. Hallway after hallway of room after room filled with bodies, both dead and almost dead. One room at the end of the hall, free of the carnage in the rest of the Dungeon. A man sits in a red velvet chair behind a massive apothecary desk. His head hung low, barley keeping itself up with its own strength. Papers, vials, bottles, and instruments litter the top of the desk. The man's hands move across the desk, contradicting the appearance of the motionless torso, crashing everything on the desk down to the floor. Papers fly upwards as metal and glass crash onto the floor. A brief moment of silence in the, otherwise noise laden dungeon. Another man enters the room as the man in the chair raises his head to look at the man.
"It's useless" is all the man in the chair says.
The other man continues to stare at him, not knowing what to say if anything.
"We can't just keep helping these injured. Most of them come to us barely alive. If we are lucky, we can save a quarter of them. Woman, children, it doesn't matter, all of them come to us beat and battered by the reaches of that tyrant. No place is safe, no place is safe from that man and it is only a matter of time before they find this place. It's useless."
"Tyreon, How can you say this is useless? Look at what you have done." The man says as he looks behind him at the hallways of the dungeon.
"You have saved numerous amounts of lives. You haven given hope to those who have none left. You have given children back to mothers and fathers back to children."
Tyreon stands up pushing the huge elaborate chair backwards. He stands up propping his weight onto his arms that lay on the desk.
"I konw...I know. But it is not enough, not enough for me."
Tyreon walks around the room and joins the man standing in his doorway. They both exit the room and walk down the hallways. They look into each room, some filled with dead bodies, others with people missing limbs, burned, or defiled.
"I cannot accept THIS" Tyreon says as he looks his partner in the eyes. It should never even have to come to this. One man and one man alone is responsible for all of this pain and misery. This one man has strucken fear into those who live and hopelessness into those who have lost."
Tyreon continues to walk through the dungeouness maze, infuriated by the sights surrounding him. He makes his way to a stairwell. A round staircase leading upwards towards the main floor of the building. He walks up the stairs passing the main floor and continues upwards to the roof of the building. He stands atop the broken down, crumbling burnt building. He looks outwards towards the landscape. He sees nothing, just a dark night with the absence of the moon's light which is shrouded behind thick overcast clouds. The earth and sky meld as one in an abismal background. As Tyreon stands there, thinking of everyting that has happened, a faint torch lights the the path of two humans. He sees one man carrying the other, screams coming from both, one in search for hope and the other in tears of pain. Tyreon yells at the top of his lungs, hoping his voice will be heard over their own. Tyreon runs down the stairs to the main floor of the building. He pulls one of the entrance doors open. It swings slowly open as the two men approach it.
"Quick, hurry," Tyreon commands as he closes the doors soon after the men enter.
"Down the stairs." He directs them. As they stumble down the stairs, Tyreon takes notes of the ailments of the man on the left. His jaw is broken, arm bends in three places, blood fills the mans shirt.
Tyreon swiftly gets in front of the two men.
"Follow me" Tyreon orders as he runs down the hallway and turns into an empty room. He takes the battered man off of the other's shoulder. He lays him down onto a table. Tyreon looks the man over to confirm his diagnosis.
"What happened?" Tyreon asks the other man standing in the doorway.
"They came after us, they attacked without warning. I ran out of the house as quick as I could be he stayed inside. He said he wasn't going to let them take his family. Three men barged in kicking our door down. My father drew his sword and readied himself for their attack. I watched through the window. The first man lunged at him and my Father evaded his attack. My Father turned around and sliced the man down his back. He turned back around to the other two invaders. One man landed a punch to his face, my Father fell to the floor. The other man came up and stomped his body repeatedly. I couldn't stand watching any more. I ran back into our house and caught their attention. The two men abandoned the assualt on my Father and came after me. One man got my arm with his sword. While they were distracted on me, My Father got up and ran his sword right through the chest of one them, he pulled his sword out and swung his sword fiercly at the other man's head. My Father fell back to the floor. I remember a friend telling me of this place, this sanctuary. I picked up my Father and ran over here, hoping to find this place, hoping to find you."
Tyreon attended to the man's wounds, focusing first on his arm and then moving to his jaw. Ashari tears open the mans shirt and inspects the man's chest.
"Abdura basreyacera" Tyreon chants as a bright golden glow emits from his hands he has placed over the man's chest.
After mending the man's chest, Tyreon wraps the man in badages.
"Your Father is going to be fine." Tyreon insures the man.
"I'll leave you two alone."
Tyreon leaves the room and heads back to his office. Papers and broken glass still lie on the floor. He makes his way through the clutter and sits down in chair with his head hung low.
"I cannot allow this to continue, I will not let this continue."
Tyreon stands back up quickly. He grabs his two rapiers sitting in the corner of the room. He vacates his room and heads for the stairwell. On the way, his partner stops him.
"What are you doing? Where are you going?" he asked Tyreon.
"Something I should have done a long time ago" was his only reply.
Tyreon climbed up the stairwell to the main floor of the building. He made his way to the front door, grabbing the door and pulling it open. He left the building, turning around only once to get a last look, he turned back around and disapeared into the dark night.
Character-Driving Goals: To end the haneous suffering the count has plagued the world with.
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